A strange world

Chapter 1261 Section 183. Brutal Lord

After Black Widow finished washing and changed into a black dress, Annan went out with her and followed the maid waiting outside the door to the dining room.

The banquet was a private banquet, without lively dances and noisy guests, only Annan, Black Widow and Lord Raymond's uncle and nephew.

Annan formally met Lord Raymond - his body, comparable to Marshal Galkin, was naked, with large areas of exposed skin covered with gold chain mail, and even his ears, nose, and lips were inlaid with exquisite gold ornaments.

There were probably dozens of pounds of gold on his body alone.

"Do you know Marshal Galkin of the Raymond Kingdom and Duke Kingsley of the Or Empire?" Annan couldn't help asking.

Could it be that they have similar bloodlines? After all, it is difficult for purebred humans to reach the terrifying weight of more than 2,000 pounds comparable to that of a griffin...

"You are not the first person to say that we are similar." A rough laugh sounded.

Lord Raymond did not stand up. When he saw Annan making the gesture of the inside of the Church of Wealth, he was slightly startled, and a slight smile appeared on his bloated face.

"We have met before."

"Why don't I remember?"

Lord Raymond has an outstanding figure. If Annan had seen him, he would have remembered him. Could it be in the Elf King's Court?

The maid guided Annan to sit at the other end of the long table, and then heard the Lord say: "The Sacred Temple."

Annan looked up in surprise and happened to look at the Lord.

They chose the same way to eliminate hostility - Annan used the pendant, and Lord Raymond used the Sacred Temple.

But it did work. Annan lost some hostility, and Lord Raymond did not care about the damage caused by the blue dragon in the Broken Mountains.

The maid pushed the golden dining cart, took out the golden dinner plate and placed it in front of Annan, and put the tableware aside... Well, it was also golden.

But after seeing so many, Annan was almost immune to these golden elves. As the food was served, Annan, who had not eaten much after two days of traveling, took the golden spoon, tasted it, nodded to himself, and tasted it.

Annan did not pursue food. In comparison, he was more concerned about not bending the heavy but extremely soft tableware.

Besides, Annan thought that Lord Raymond would eat with a golden bucket or something, but it turned out to be the same food as himself.

Annan stirred the broth with a spoon, and the gold was stained with oil, which reminded him of an interesting thing: "Lord Raymond, have you heard of gold foil?"

"What is that?"

"It is said that outside the world of Allen, there is a group of people who will make gold into foil as thin as hair and thinner than yarn, wrap food, and then eat it with food. Because gold cannot be digested, it will not cause damage to the body and can be reused."

Killian, who was holding the spoon to his mouth, paused, feeling nauseous and a little curious.

Lord Raymond asked curiously, "What does gold taste like?"

"It has no taste, but some people like this extravagant and decadent feeling." Annan slowly narrated, "Eat the world's favorite gold and then excrete it..."

"What a blasphemy..."

Unexpectedly, Lord Raymond not only disliked it, but was extremely disgusted.

In his opinion, gold is beautiful, pure, noble, and cannot be defiled. Turning gold into food and eating it is blaspheming it.

However, in Annan's eyes, there is no difference between using gold to build palaces, pave roads, and make ornaments and eating it.

They all make valuable things worthless.

Lord Raymond was reluctant to talk about the business, and Annan was not in a hurry. He quietly listened to Lord Raymond talking about the customs and customs of the Broken Mountains, missing the prosperity when the Church of Wealth was still there, and complaining about the riots.

Especially the latter.

After the turbulent years, the gold mines in the Broken Mountains began to dry up. As the taxes collected became less and less, in order to keep the money collected unchanged, Lord Raymond asked all the lords of the Broken Mountains to increase taxes.

With higher taxes, the profits of each mining area will decrease. With less profit, the mine owners let the workers work hard and deduct their wages. If the workers don't get paid, they can't survive.

"They dared to start a riot. What kind of resistance organization wants to overthrow the Raymond family is ridiculous... I just sent someone to tell them, "As long as you kill your leader, I will give you the status of residents", and they willingly betrayed their leader-"

"Then what?"

"Of course, their leader was tortured in front of everyone. That guy was a woman. My men peeled off her skin while she was still alive and showed it to her... Humph, that woman who didn't say a word despite being tortured went crazy when she saw her own skin. It's really interesting...

"In order to commemorate this guy who dared to resist me, I put her skin in the trophy room. Are you interested in visiting? "Grand Lord Raymond was in a good mood and invited Annan to visit his private collection.

"No..."

The smile on the face of Annan Reeves, the leader of the Free Blade, gradually turned polite. Even if it would make him angry, Annan would refuse.

Grand Lord Raymond was unhappy about being rejected and felt a little awkward. Annan asked: "What about those traitors? Those who betrayed the resistance leader."

"Of course, they were killed together."

"Killed? Didn't you say you would give them resident status?"

"Annan, you are still young. When facing rebels, you should use any means, bloody and cruel suppression! Let the rest of the people know the consequences of going against the lord."

Annan disagreed. Lord Raymond's methods of doing things made Black Widow despise him.

Lord Clinker Raymond asked at this time: "If it were you, what would you do?"

"If it were me, I would keep my word, let some of them go back and continue to be resistance leaders, control their dynamics in my own hands, and finally turn them into their own power..." Annan said casually.

"Good idea, but like a woman."

Lord Raymond snorted coldly, and his thick voice echoed in the dining room: "The world is afraid of power. If you take a step back, he will take a step forward. If you acquiesce once, he will provoke you twice!"

"So once an enemy appears, we must strike with thunderous blows without stopping!"

Annan didn't want to continue this topic, fearing that he would no longer be able to hold back his hostility towards this fat pig.

He lowered his head and wanted to eat something, but as he stirred the broth and thought about skinning people alive and letting the bloody victims see his own skin... he lost all appetite.

"Lord Raymond, I'm here for one thing...or two. Are you wanted by the imperial princess Joan and the Blue Dragon who are also the envoys of Liberty City?"

"Oh, there was a little misunderstanding between the imperial princess and my nephew."

"Since it is a misunderstanding, please ask the great lord to cancel the wanted order first."

As for asking for an explanation... it also depends on the attitudes of Joan and Ilimoyas.

But when Annan spoke of revocation, Lord Raymond, who poked a large piece of meat with a golden fork, stopped.

"That's another price."